Simply put, I loved the time it took for you to slip into your shoes
If love had a shape, that’s what it would look like
Weekday movie theater, a forgotten ticket stub
Dozing on the local train, the laundromat on a rainy day
A low-cut neckline, buttered toast
We know forever doesn’t exist
Simply put, I loved the times I spent gazing at apartment flyers
I’d been collecting tiny particles of light that ricocheted in the corners of the city
I present you with the edges of my frayed heart
One day, the ordinary will turn into something unique
The goodbyes and the tears were all part of everyday living
Knowing the end is inevitable
This day lived with you becomes a song
A caramel colored café, a dozy ventilator
A half-read issue of Eureka, “The Universe, Japan, Setagaya”
A timid philosophy, beautiful skin, curve
We know forever doesn’t exist
One day, the ordinary will turn into something unique
The good feelings and despair were all part of everyday living
Knowing the end is inevitable
This day lived with you becomes a song
Sun-faded paperback, heaven at midnight
Venus seen from the window, see you again in my dreams
The wood-framed apartment in this familiar city
Love every moment of these ordinary days